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FIC: $100.000 2/5 V/O NC-17
Title: $100,000 © 2006 by Myr Juhl
Part: 2/5
E-mail: juhlrech@mail.tele.dk
Type: RPS, AU, Dark Fic
Rating: NC-17
Cast: Orlando Bloom/ Viggo Mortensen; Dom Monaghan
*** WARNINGS *** Chapters are rated NC-17 and contains through out the series: * Dark issues * Graphic Male slash * Manipulation /non-con (matter of opinion) * Enchanting * Telepathy * Voyeurism *
Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. I, the author, make no claim through this work as to the fictional characters/ actual lives/ preferences/ activities of the people mentioned herein.
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Summary: During vacation, Orlando agrees to be paid $100,000 if he spends a week with a total stranger. Smut, smut and utterly smut.
Timeline: March 2004
/.../ Indicates thoughts.
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/piximyr/
Archive requests please contact the author.
A/N: Viggo wasn’t part of LOTR. Someone else replaced Stuart Townsend playing Aragorn.
~*~
$100,000 part 2
by Myr
In the morning, Orlando awoke feeling terrific. His body felt relaxed and completely sated. He wondered where he was, and then reality hit him. He had been shagged so many times yesterday that he had passed out. Strangely, it didn’t faze him particularly. He tested how sore he was in a scale rating 1-10, but only thought 3+ would suffice. There was a telephone next to the pillow on the bed with a single number available to dial... Dom. Orlando immediately dialled and got his friend on the line shortly after.
“Orlando, thank God. How are you for fuck’s sake?”
Orlando grinned, “Um... I’m pretty good actually. I haven’t spoken with Viggo yet this morning... that’s his name... but... umm...,” Orlando hesitated.
“Did he touch you?” Dom whispered with badly concealed dread. Orlando nodded silently. Dom felt it and closed his eyes.
“Did he rape you, Orli?”
Orlando bit his lip starting to feel very uncomfortable. “I-I-I don’t know, Dom,” he said, clearly sounding confused not knowing what to say.
Dom closed his eyes and mumbled, “Paying you didn’t include rape, Orli.”
“I don’t think he did... that... I said... I remember... I mean... Fuck, I’m babbling. What I mean is that I pleaded him to take me, to do it. I’m so confused now, Dom. The sex was incredible. I’ve never come so many times; it was sooo intense, I... I even passed out in the end...”
Dom winced imagining Orlando delirious with passion and then passing out still, being fucked by that creep. But he said nothing. Instead, he asked, “Do you feel safe?”
Orlando whispered, “So far yes.”
“I love you, mate.”
“I love you, too. Thanks for being there for me...” The connection beeped.
“Till tomorrow then?”
“Absolutely, till tomorrow, S’Blomie.”
“Orlando...” Dom hesitated, then he just said, “Be careful, Orlando.”
Orlando smiled. “I will, mate.” He disconnected and put down the phone. Hopefully, he could forget the hesitant tone in his friend’s voice. He looked at the display. 14 minutes and 57 seconds. He smiled. Viggo had kept his promise of fifteen minutes.
Naked, Orlando got out of bed. He was still amazed at how good he felt, considering how much he had endured while Viggo visited his bed. He had lost count of how many times he came. He saluted his soft member with a grin. He glanced down at the bed. No trace. He looked down at his body. No trace.
/Thanks,/ he sent Viggo a kind thought for not leaving him sleeping in their essences. He went to the bathroom, which was opposite of his room in the corridor. Standing under the hot sprays, he really felt a physical need to wash clean. He felt like melting under the hot showers cascading over his shoulders. He had no idea how long he stood there, when the temperature began to drop. He finally stepped out of the stall and slowly dried himself. Still thinking about the conversation he had with Dom, he re-entered the bedroom walking towards the closet full of clothes. A movement caught his attention and realised the room had a full sized mirror. He looked at himself and laughed out loud. He’d completely forgotten about the haircut.
/Nice!/ Then he opened the cupboard door and glanced at the contents. /Very nice stuff!/ The clothes were just his style, but strangely enough, he never got around buying stuff like this. Only occasionally.
He dressed in black silken boxers, black silk shirt, and dark green dress pants. He didn’t bother about shoes and opening the door, he stepped out into the corridor for the second time that morning. He walked down the carpet. The walls were impressively decorated. Weapons representing any age of time from Iron Age, Medieval and Renaissance to primitive slings, stone knives and things Orlando didn’t even want to know the purpose of. He lingered at the collection for a while. He was sure that Viggo had many interesting collections of all kinds else where in the house. He surely had the money to support that.
Reluctantly, he moved on. He came to a staircase and remembered it from yesterday. He went to a junction where the staircase divided into yet a promising corridor in the opposite direction. He was tempted to have a look at the other corridor, but chose to walk down the stairs. Before doing so, he called out, “Viggo?” There was no answer, so he called again as he descended the stairs. Standing in the main hall, an elder lovely maid showed herself all of a sudden.
“Yes, Mr. Bloom?”
“Oh!” Orlando jumped surprised. “Um... Hi!”
The maid smiled fondly, “Would you like some brunch?”
“Brunch?” Orlando felt like a parrot but glancing at his watch, he realised he’d slept right into late in the morning.
“Sure... t-thank you!” Orlando stuttered. “Brunch would be nice.”
“Brunch is served on the terrace. Please follow me, Sir.”
/Yes, ma’am!/ Orlando smiled and rushed down to follow the maid.
“Wow!” The whole scenery impressed Orlando. He could see the entire coastline with the lovely villages lying close all the way up the mountains, and down to the shores of the resort. “This is fantastic!”
The maid smiled at his enthusiasm. “Mr. Mortensen will be joining you in a few hours. There’s a cocktail party arranged for tonight in honour of some business partners of Mr. Mortensen. He would like you to attend, Mr. Bloom.” Then the old maid left to quickly return again.
“Party!” Orlando frowned. What would that indicate?
The maid had brought with her a rolling service table. Orlando smiled at the sight of the various dishes. He thanked her and began stuffing his hungry body. His thoughts wandered back to the previous night.
/Was it rape?/ He didn’t really feel it was. He had been wanton all right. Writhing and pushing back to impale himself on Viggo’s cock repeatedly; feeling their balls connect each time. Viggo had made him come 2-3 times every time that Viggo came and the man never left Orlando’s body from the moment he had entered him the first time. Just kept pistoning his trembling insides. When Orlando collapsed, Viggo must have held him tightly. He vaguely remembered sitting on Viggo’s lap, face to face, while the man slowly fucked his exhausted body. Rubbing his nipples and aching cock in an intense, cruel yet teasing manner. Kissing him and making him come by simply tongue fucking him.
Orlando had to swallow, at the sheer thought of last night. /Could you think about something else?/ he scolded himself. But it wasn’t easy. He’d never experienced sex as he had with Viggo. It was sensational. His cock had eagerly supported his thoughts and now he had a hard on.
/Fuck!/ Orlando tried to ignore it, but the pants were too tight and it rapidly became very uncomfortable for him. He had to do something about it and went to his bathroom inside the mansion. He had to wank twice because as soon as he came, the fantasy in his mind turned him on so much he had to do it again to prolong the sensation in his body.
Finally, he was capable of returning to the terrace. The maid brought him a British newspaper and some suntan lotion. She was very considerate.
Soon, Orlando felt too hot dressed in all dark colours and stripped to his boxers. He lay on a chaise and began applying lotion. He dosed off and awoke out of his dream to soft lips on his. Hands caressing the hot smooth skin on his stomach. He opened his eyes.
Viggo’s twinkling eyes shone like diamonds in the sun, already seducing him. His host was only wearing a towel around his hips. He grabbed Orlando’s hand and pulled him on his feet.
“Join me for a swim, young man?”
“I’d like that,” Orlando smiled.
The pool was twenty paces from the terrace and the azure blue water looked very inviting. Viggo stepped behind Orlando and slid his hands down underneath the front hem of his boxers cupping his cock and balls.
Orlando cast a nervous glance towards the house. “Um... what about the... um...” Viggo smiled and mumbled in his ear, “My staff is extremely discrete. You won’t catch a flicker in their eyes later, should they accidentally see us out here.” Orlando didn’t exactly feel better about it, but he would be paid $100,000, so he didn’t protest. Exposing himself in Viggo’s garden, would be nothing compared to what had happened in his bedroom last night, and to punctuate this, Orlando let the garment fall to the ground. Gracefully, he stepped out of the black boxers. Viggo dropped his towel and jumped headfirst into the pool. Orlando slowly immersed himself into the water using the ladder. Viggo swam towards him. Orlando hung on to the edge of the basin calmly awaiting Viggo. He felt no fear. Just expectancy. Viggo stood in front of him. Orlando’s stomach clenched with anticipation.
“I adore you, Orlando,” Viggo said. Orlando said nothing but as soon as Viggo put his hands on his shoulders, passion hit him merciless.
“Oh, God,” Orlando moaned against Viggo’s mouth as the blond yet again did his magic.
A couple of hours later, they lay in Orlando’s bed. Soon enough Viggo had taken their activities upstairs, the terrace had been too hot after all.
Viggo caressed Orlando’s cheek, “You’re so lovely. Your body is amazing.” Orlando was frankly a bit embarrassed at Viggo’s endearments.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what, my dear?”
“How come I don’t hurt? You’re not exactly preparing me. Nor did you yesterday, mate. You just fucking plunged into me...”
Viggo smiled strangely, but apparently, he seemed to be willing to let Orlando in on the piece of information he asked for.
“I have hypnotic powers in a telepathically form.”
“So basically I’m fucked if you insist that’s what you want. You lied to me. You lied to my friend. He asked you directly, and you said ‘Who said anything about sex’!”
“No, I didn’t lie to you, but I read your mind, and you were seeking pleasure from me. You had sex written all over your face, Orlando. Your friend was only so preoccupied scanning my features for proof of a rapist he didn’t notice your self-inflicted orgasms.”
“Self-inflicted? You were the one who inflicted...,” Orlando protested.
“No! No, Orlando. You did it. Orgasms in your head are purely your own credit. As I said, I read your mind, and if I find you want what I’m looking for - I will provoke the thought to a solid need that eventually you will express. And then I fuck you.”
“Hm...” Orlando slowly disentangled himself and just stared at the man. “For your information, you raped me last night.”
“Look. That sweet mouth of yours might have said no, but believe me - your brains were drooling in need. You wanted me. Only you were afraid to ask for it. So you said no.”
“Bullshit! You’re insane, Viggo,” Orlando hissed and tears of anger burned all over his irises.
Viggo smiled sadly, “No, I’m not. I will accept cursed. I don’t pick out a visitor on a weekly basis, Orlando.”
The young man pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, but the tears still spilled from his eyelids. So fucking what? He looked up and let Viggo see them. He just let the salty liquid flow freely.
“You raped me, and you talk about it as a psychological experiment.”
“I didn’t rape you. I searched for any resistance in your mind before I took you like I did. You wanted it rough last night. Today you wanted it tenderly. And right now, I know you’re very sad inside. You want me to hold you.”
Orlando looked down and frowned. Viggo was right. He actually wished the man would hold him. Seconds later, he felt his arms around him.
“What do I want now?” he looked into Viggo’s eyes as blankly as he could.
Viggo smiled sadly, “Unfortunately you want to go home...” Orlando closed his eyes.
“Yes...I do. But I’m staying as planned. Just no more rough stuff. I may have wished for it, but afterwards, I didn’t feel comfortable deep down inside.”
Viggo kissed him. Orlando actually liked the ticklish beard.
“Do you feel sore from last night? Do you physically feel raped?” Viggo inquired after the gentle kissing session ended.
Orlando sighed but it didn’t take him long to find the answer, “No... I wasn’t sore and I admit, I didn’t feel raped this morning, just thoroughly used.”
Viggo rolled his eyes. “Then where the fuck does the rape issues come from? I give pleasure. I don’t take it forcefully unless I’m asked.”
Orlando bit his thumb mumbling, “Dom... might... have something to... um... do with it. Might have mentioned...”
Viggo nodded. “Tell him the truth tomorrow. I don’t need false accusations.”
Orlando sat watching his host, then he asked him again carefully looking into his grey eyes, “Did you rape me?” Viggo’s eyes were calm. The pupils were at ease and not dilating at all. Orlando chose to believe him, “I believe you."
Viggo smiled benevolently, “Get showered and dressed. Big party in a few hours. I’ve had something special flown in from Paris this morning I’d like to see you wear tonight.” He pointed towards a few heavy lacquered paper bags from exquisite high street shops. Orlando lazily approached and looked into some of the bags. Beautiful clothing from famous designers lay neatly folded inside the bags, as if they closed didn’t contain enough already.
“What do you suggest?”
Viggo neared with a determined smile. “I have to admit. There was some of it I especially wanted to see you wear.”
“Find it then. It saves time.”
Viggo nodded and peeled out a few pieces of clothes and handed them to Orlando.
“Please wear this for me. No underwear and keep the shirt loose and unbuttoned. And stay close to me all night. You might feel a pinch here and there, but I’ll protect you!” Laughingly, Viggo left quickly to change himself.
/Protect me from what?/ Orlando shook his head and went to the showers.
TBC...
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Part: 2/5
E-mail: juhlrech@mail.tele.dk
Type: RPS, AU, Dark Fic
Rating: NC-17
Cast: Orlando Bloom/ Viggo Mortensen; Dom Monaghan
*** WARNINGS *** Chapters are rated NC-17 and contains through out the series: * Dark issues * Graphic Male slash * Manipulation /non-con (matter of opinion) * Enchanting * Telepathy * Voyeurism *
Disclaimer: The events never happened. This fic is for entertainment purposes only, not profit. I, the author, make no claim through this work as to the fictional characters/ actual lives/ preferences/ activities of the people mentioned herein.
Beta:
bee_ta_babySummary: During vacation, Orlando agrees to be paid $100,000 if he spends a week with a total stranger. Smut, smut and utterly smut.
Timeline: March 2004
/.../ Indicates thoughts.
Archive: http://www.livejournal.com/users/piximyr/
Archive requests please contact the author.
A/N: Viggo wasn’t part of LOTR. Someone else replaced Stuart Townsend playing Aragorn.
~*~
$100,000 part 2
by Myr
In the morning, Orlando awoke feeling terrific. His body felt relaxed and completely sated. He wondered where he was, and then reality hit him. He had been shagged so many times yesterday that he had passed out. Strangely, it didn’t faze him particularly. He tested how sore he was in a scale rating 1-10, but only thought 3+ would suffice. There was a telephone next to the pillow on the bed with a single number available to dial... Dom. Orlando immediately dialled and got his friend on the line shortly after.
“Orlando, thank God. How are you for fuck’s sake?”
Orlando grinned, “Um... I’m pretty good actually. I haven’t spoken with Viggo yet this morning... that’s his name... but... umm...,” Orlando hesitated.
“Did he touch you?” Dom whispered with badly concealed dread. Orlando nodded silently. Dom felt it and closed his eyes.
“Did he rape you, Orli?”
Orlando bit his lip starting to feel very uncomfortable. “I-I-I don’t know, Dom,” he said, clearly sounding confused not knowing what to say.
Dom closed his eyes and mumbled, “Paying you didn’t include rape, Orli.”
“I don’t think he did... that... I said... I remember... I mean... Fuck, I’m babbling. What I mean is that I pleaded him to take me, to do it. I’m so confused now, Dom. The sex was incredible. I’ve never come so many times; it was sooo intense, I... I even passed out in the end...”
Dom winced imagining Orlando delirious with passion and then passing out still, being fucked by that creep. But he said nothing. Instead, he asked, “Do you feel safe?”
Orlando whispered, “So far yes.”
“I love you, mate.”
“I love you, too. Thanks for being there for me...” The connection beeped.
“Till tomorrow then?”
“Absolutely, till tomorrow, S’Blomie.”
“Orlando...” Dom hesitated, then he just said, “Be careful, Orlando.”
Orlando smiled. “I will, mate.” He disconnected and put down the phone. Hopefully, he could forget the hesitant tone in his friend’s voice. He looked at the display. 14 minutes and 57 seconds. He smiled. Viggo had kept his promise of fifteen minutes.
Naked, Orlando got out of bed. He was still amazed at how good he felt, considering how much he had endured while Viggo visited his bed. He had lost count of how many times he came. He saluted his soft member with a grin. He glanced down at the bed. No trace. He looked down at his body. No trace.
/Thanks,/ he sent Viggo a kind thought for not leaving him sleeping in their essences. He went to the bathroom, which was opposite of his room in the corridor. Standing under the hot sprays, he really felt a physical need to wash clean. He felt like melting under the hot showers cascading over his shoulders. He had no idea how long he stood there, when the temperature began to drop. He finally stepped out of the stall and slowly dried himself. Still thinking about the conversation he had with Dom, he re-entered the bedroom walking towards the closet full of clothes. A movement caught his attention and realised the room had a full sized mirror. He looked at himself and laughed out loud. He’d completely forgotten about the haircut.
/Nice!/ Then he opened the cupboard door and glanced at the contents. /Very nice stuff!/ The clothes were just his style, but strangely enough, he never got around buying stuff like this. Only occasionally.
He dressed in black silken boxers, black silk shirt, and dark green dress pants. He didn’t bother about shoes and opening the door, he stepped out into the corridor for the second time that morning. He walked down the carpet. The walls were impressively decorated. Weapons representing any age of time from Iron Age, Medieval and Renaissance to primitive slings, stone knives and things Orlando didn’t even want to know the purpose of. He lingered at the collection for a while. He was sure that Viggo had many interesting collections of all kinds else where in the house. He surely had the money to support that.
Reluctantly, he moved on. He came to a staircase and remembered it from yesterday. He went to a junction where the staircase divided into yet a promising corridor in the opposite direction. He was tempted to have a look at the other corridor, but chose to walk down the stairs. Before doing so, he called out, “Viggo?” There was no answer, so he called again as he descended the stairs. Standing in the main hall, an elder lovely maid showed herself all of a sudden.
“Yes, Mr. Bloom?”
“Oh!” Orlando jumped surprised. “Um... Hi!”
The maid smiled fondly, “Would you like some brunch?”
“Brunch?” Orlando felt like a parrot but glancing at his watch, he realised he’d slept right into late in the morning.
“Sure... t-thank you!” Orlando stuttered. “Brunch would be nice.”
“Brunch is served on the terrace. Please follow me, Sir.”
/Yes, ma’am!/ Orlando smiled and rushed down to follow the maid.
“Wow!” The whole scenery impressed Orlando. He could see the entire coastline with the lovely villages lying close all the way up the mountains, and down to the shores of the resort. “This is fantastic!”
The maid smiled at his enthusiasm. “Mr. Mortensen will be joining you in a few hours. There’s a cocktail party arranged for tonight in honour of some business partners of Mr. Mortensen. He would like you to attend, Mr. Bloom.” Then the old maid left to quickly return again.
“Party!” Orlando frowned. What would that indicate?
The maid had brought with her a rolling service table. Orlando smiled at the sight of the various dishes. He thanked her and began stuffing his hungry body. His thoughts wandered back to the previous night.
/Was it rape?/ He didn’t really feel it was. He had been wanton all right. Writhing and pushing back to impale himself on Viggo’s cock repeatedly; feeling their balls connect each time. Viggo had made him come 2-3 times every time that Viggo came and the man never left Orlando’s body from the moment he had entered him the first time. Just kept pistoning his trembling insides. When Orlando collapsed, Viggo must have held him tightly. He vaguely remembered sitting on Viggo’s lap, face to face, while the man slowly fucked his exhausted body. Rubbing his nipples and aching cock in an intense, cruel yet teasing manner. Kissing him and making him come by simply tongue fucking him.
Orlando had to swallow, at the sheer thought of last night. /Could you think about something else?/ he scolded himself. But it wasn’t easy. He’d never experienced sex as he had with Viggo. It was sensational. His cock had eagerly supported his thoughts and now he had a hard on.
/Fuck!/ Orlando tried to ignore it, but the pants were too tight and it rapidly became very uncomfortable for him. He had to do something about it and went to his bathroom inside the mansion. He had to wank twice because as soon as he came, the fantasy in his mind turned him on so much he had to do it again to prolong the sensation in his body.
Finally, he was capable of returning to the terrace. The maid brought him a British newspaper and some suntan lotion. She was very considerate.
Soon, Orlando felt too hot dressed in all dark colours and stripped to his boxers. He lay on a chaise and began applying lotion. He dosed off and awoke out of his dream to soft lips on his. Hands caressing the hot smooth skin on his stomach. He opened his eyes.
Viggo’s twinkling eyes shone like diamonds in the sun, already seducing him. His host was only wearing a towel around his hips. He grabbed Orlando’s hand and pulled him on his feet.
“Join me for a swim, young man?”
“I’d like that,” Orlando smiled.
The pool was twenty paces from the terrace and the azure blue water looked very inviting. Viggo stepped behind Orlando and slid his hands down underneath the front hem of his boxers cupping his cock and balls.
Orlando cast a nervous glance towards the house. “Um... what about the... um...” Viggo smiled and mumbled in his ear, “My staff is extremely discrete. You won’t catch a flicker in their eyes later, should they accidentally see us out here.” Orlando didn’t exactly feel better about it, but he would be paid $100,000, so he didn’t protest. Exposing himself in Viggo’s garden, would be nothing compared to what had happened in his bedroom last night, and to punctuate this, Orlando let the garment fall to the ground. Gracefully, he stepped out of the black boxers. Viggo dropped his towel and jumped headfirst into the pool. Orlando slowly immersed himself into the water using the ladder. Viggo swam towards him. Orlando hung on to the edge of the basin calmly awaiting Viggo. He felt no fear. Just expectancy. Viggo stood in front of him. Orlando’s stomach clenched with anticipation.
“I adore you, Orlando,” Viggo said. Orlando said nothing but as soon as Viggo put his hands on his shoulders, passion hit him merciless.
“Oh, God,” Orlando moaned against Viggo’s mouth as the blond yet again did his magic.
A couple of hours later, they lay in Orlando’s bed. Soon enough Viggo had taken their activities upstairs, the terrace had been too hot after all.
Viggo caressed Orlando’s cheek, “You’re so lovely. Your body is amazing.” Orlando was frankly a bit embarrassed at Viggo’s endearments.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what, my dear?”
“How come I don’t hurt? You’re not exactly preparing me. Nor did you yesterday, mate. You just fucking plunged into me...”
Viggo smiled strangely, but apparently, he seemed to be willing to let Orlando in on the piece of information he asked for.
“I have hypnotic powers in a telepathically form.”
“So basically I’m fucked if you insist that’s what you want. You lied to me. You lied to my friend. He asked you directly, and you said ‘Who said anything about sex’!”
“No, I didn’t lie to you, but I read your mind, and you were seeking pleasure from me. You had sex written all over your face, Orlando. Your friend was only so preoccupied scanning my features for proof of a rapist he didn’t notice your self-inflicted orgasms.”
“Self-inflicted? You were the one who inflicted...,” Orlando protested.
“No! No, Orlando. You did it. Orgasms in your head are purely your own credit. As I said, I read your mind, and if I find you want what I’m looking for - I will provoke the thought to a solid need that eventually you will express. And then I fuck you.”
“Hm...” Orlando slowly disentangled himself and just stared at the man. “For your information, you raped me last night.”
“Look. That sweet mouth of yours might have said no, but believe me - your brains were drooling in need. You wanted me. Only you were afraid to ask for it. So you said no.”
“Bullshit! You’re insane, Viggo,” Orlando hissed and tears of anger burned all over his irises.
Viggo smiled sadly, “No, I’m not. I will accept cursed. I don’t pick out a visitor on a weekly basis, Orlando.”
The young man pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, but the tears still spilled from his eyelids. So fucking what? He looked up and let Viggo see them. He just let the salty liquid flow freely.
“You raped me, and you talk about it as a psychological experiment.”
“I didn’t rape you. I searched for any resistance in your mind before I took you like I did. You wanted it rough last night. Today you wanted it tenderly. And right now, I know you’re very sad inside. You want me to hold you.”
Orlando looked down and frowned. Viggo was right. He actually wished the man would hold him. Seconds later, he felt his arms around him.
“What do I want now?” he looked into Viggo’s eyes as blankly as he could.
Viggo smiled sadly, “Unfortunately you want to go home...” Orlando closed his eyes.
“Yes...I do. But I’m staying as planned. Just no more rough stuff. I may have wished for it, but afterwards, I didn’t feel comfortable deep down inside.”
Viggo kissed him. Orlando actually liked the ticklish beard.
“Do you feel sore from last night? Do you physically feel raped?” Viggo inquired after the gentle kissing session ended.
Orlando sighed but it didn’t take him long to find the answer, “No... I wasn’t sore and I admit, I didn’t feel raped this morning, just thoroughly used.”
Viggo rolled his eyes. “Then where the fuck does the rape issues come from? I give pleasure. I don’t take it forcefully unless I’m asked.”
Orlando bit his thumb mumbling, “Dom... might... have something to... um... do with it. Might have mentioned...”
Viggo nodded. “Tell him the truth tomorrow. I don’t need false accusations.”
Orlando sat watching his host, then he asked him again carefully looking into his grey eyes, “Did you rape me?” Viggo’s eyes were calm. The pupils were at ease and not dilating at all. Orlando chose to believe him, “I believe you."
Viggo smiled benevolently, “Get showered and dressed. Big party in a few hours. I’ve had something special flown in from Paris this morning I’d like to see you wear tonight.” He pointed towards a few heavy lacquered paper bags from exquisite high street shops. Orlando lazily approached and looked into some of the bags. Beautiful clothing from famous designers lay neatly folded inside the bags, as if they closed didn’t contain enough already.
“What do you suggest?”
Viggo neared with a determined smile. “I have to admit. There was some of it I especially wanted to see you wear.”
“Find it then. It saves time.”
Viggo nodded and peeled out a few pieces of clothes and handed them to Orlando.
“Please wear this for me. No underwear and keep the shirt loose and unbuttoned. And stay close to me all night. You might feel a pinch here and there, but I’ll protect you!” Laughingly, Viggo left quickly to change himself.
/Protect me from what?/ Orlando shook his head and went to the showers.
TBC...
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